The Distant Threshold

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The rain hit the window. It was a heavy, cold rain. It had been raining for three days. Elias sat in the chair by the fireplace. The fire was low. It crackled softly. He watched the water run down the glass. He was tired. His bones ached. He was an old man now. Or he felt like one. He had come to this house a month ago. It was a large house. It stood on a hill in the hills of Vermont. The name...

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